“Nah,” I said. “Keeps things nice and tight for me.” I pushed one finger inside him, and he whined and arched, tilting his ass higher, his thighs bunching against the restraint of the denim at his knees.
I sucked a breath. “Fuck, you look hot like that.” I’d had fingers in him before, blowing him, so I knew he could take two now. He grunted as I went deeper, seeking, feeling… He jolted and gasped.Yeah, there.Tapping and rubbing his prostate with my fingertips, I fumbled at my fly with my other hand.Come on. Crap.My button resisted, then came loose. I dragged the zip down over my straining dick and groaned at the touch.
“Fuck me,” Theo grunted, humping himself on my fingers.
“Planning on it.” I eased my fingers out, bent to pick up my T-shirt, and realized the white couch was at risk. After wiping my fingers, I draped the shirt over the back of the couch. “Gonna make you jizz all over that.”
“Good thought.” Theo got sneaky and pushed his jeans and briefs to his ankles, then kicked a foot free while I rolled on the condom. He straightened and spread his legs, bracing his forearms on top of the shirt.
I popped his butt again, watching his pale skin pink up. “Brat. You ready?”
“Oh, yeah.”
My cock was so hard I ached, like my pulse wanted to beat through my skin. I slathered on more lube over the condom, then held my dick steady and gripped Theo’s hip as I found my angle. The heat of his cleft along my cockhead and the give of his hole made me shiver. “Fuck.”
He hummed a sound and tensed as I pushed my way into his tight ass.
I paused, barely inside. “Okay?”
“Give me a sec. It’s been a while.”
Maybe I’m bad at this.There’d only been one guy who ever came back for more and he was weird in other ways. The last thing I wanted was to hurt Theo. “We could switch.”
“Hell, no.” He reached back awkwardly and clamped me closer. “Move a little.”
I began rocking my hips, a slow, tiny back-and-forth. Theo’s hot ass clenched around my cockhead, not nearly far enough and yet so perfect it sent shivers across my skin. I wanted to shove in deep but I kept barely advancing until Theo moaned and relaxed. Then I pulled out and slid back in smoothly.
He gasped, “Yeah. More of that.”
“Thank fuck.” I didn’t realize I’d said that aloud until Theo gave a choked chuckle. I bent so I could press a kiss to his bare shoulder, then I took a better hold of his hips and fucked him harder, faster.
Theo grunted. “Ugh. Yeah.”
Each thrust sank deep, each more perfectly tight as I buried my dick over and over inside him. The lube slurped in an obscene counterpoint. Theo’s breathing deepened, each breath huffed in the same rhythm, speeding up when I did. I bottomed out and my groin slapped his ass. We both gasped.
I let go of his hips with one hand and wrapped an arm across his chest, pulling him higher.
On my next push, he bucked and shivered. “There.”
“Gotcha.”Fuck, yeah. Gonna do you good.I was caught in the moment, the sights and sounds— Theo’s smooth back, damp now with sweat and flushed blotchy red; Theo’s breathing as I drove into him and the sound of skin on skin; the smell of his sweat and his shampoo and the faint tang of sex; and that clasp of his body on mine, tight and needy, stroking me higher and higher. “Fuck. Theo.” Every nerve fiber in my body tuned to his. All I wanted was to do this forever, but even more I wanted him to come, to feel him shudder and cry out and come apart on my dick.
I let go of his hip and wrapped my hand around his erection. My palm was dry but swirling my hand up over his slit fixed the problem. “You’re so damned wet.”
Theo groaned as if he’d lost his words.
Making a tight tunnel of my fist, I fucked him into my hand over and over, my hips driving his ass forward. He braced on the couch, leaning hard on my arm across his chest, his grunting breaths losing their tempo. I wanted to come, fuckingneededto come, but Theo first. Needed to feel his release like I needed to breathe. I pounded into him. “Come on, come on, babe, let go for me. Come on.”
“God!” Theo threw his head back, nearly clonking me, his neck straining. His cock bucked and shot in my hand, his spunk greasing my hold and dripping who-knew-where. His whole body shuddered, and his ass clenched like a pulsing fist around my dick.
So tight, so perfect, so hot, so— “Fuuuuck!” I ground against him, deep and hard, like my dick wanted to climb inside him as my orgasm hit. Relief turned my vision wonky. Jet after jet filled the condom. I wished we were bare, wished my jizz was painting Theo’s insides. I yanked him higher, his back to my chest, ass to my groin, holding us plastered together as I pressed in tight, gasping, shuddering, but grounded, like being inside Theo was where I belonged.
“Jesus. Jesus,” Theo muttered. “My knees are shaking. You broke me.”
I tried to hold him up better. “Sorry.”
“In a good way. A perfect way. Except I need to sit down.”
Keeping one arm around him, I reached between us to hold the condom and eased free. That T-shirt would already need an hour in the wash, so I pulled it off the couch, wiped Theo’s thighs, and dropped it on the floor. The condom slipped off easily and I let it fall on the T-shirt mess, then guided Theo down to the carpet with me, ending up with him half in my lap.
